Originally written: October 1st, 2010
St. George, Utah
I slept great last night. I was in bed and asleep before ten and awake at seven. As we left St. George we stopped by a Harley dealership to ask the mechanics about the red light issue. Dad tried picking the brains of the mechanics and they all decided that it must be a faulty sensor; otherwise the engine would have done something (since we have been riding a couple of hundred miles with it on) by now. The service department there did not know too much about Buells and they did not carry parts, so we cut our losses and moved on.
Riding today was all on the interstate, boring, but fast and necessary. If you were looking at a map of Utah, today’s route took us from the bottom left of Utah to the top center part of Utah. We rode along interstate 15 north from exit 6 (St. George) to exit 343 (Ogden) stopping only for gas and to stretch our legs. Once again the weather was warm and sunny, so even highway riding was pleasant. We rode through Provo, which was under construction before, during and after the city, and riding into Salt Lake City reminded me of driving Phoenix. The speed limit was 75 the majority of the way, but in certain areas they were testing out an 80 miles an hour limit.
I saw on a postcard today that Utah’s state bird is the seagull…I found that odd and worth mentioning.
We are staying in downtown Ogden, Utah tonight in a Hampton Inn (thanks to my Hilton employee discount). One block south of us is the historic section of Ogden. Lots of old buildings, lots f brick buildings, not too many structures over eight stories tall. Throughout the downtown area they have life-size statues of horses, which are painted all different patterns and colors. We walked along 25th Street, which lead us right to the Union Station building. What used to be the train station for the city has been turned into a train museum as well as a restaurant and some art galleries. The inside of the train station looked like it may have been the same today as it was 60 years ago. I felt the interior was suspended in time and I was really drawn to it. From the tiled floor to the sun streaming through the large windows and vaulted ceiling, it made me think of an earlier time.
We walked around town a bit more, ate a mediocre dinner and made our way back to the hotel. The sun had not quite set yet so we grabbed our cameras and walked back towards the Union Station building. We spent some time taking pictures of the station, the trains and even a few horse statues before the sun left us.
Walking around in Ogden reminded me of walking around in downtown Boise, Idaho. It is always a treat to be pleasantly surprised by a place you had no expectations or preconceived notions about. I suppose that is what makes the trip (or life) an adventure.